Dear Cristina Yang,

So explain to me why you moved away again? Why you left me mid-semester to deal with a load of 17 credit hours all on my own and to leave me for the humbling oasis of your hometown? Yes, I realize it has only been a semester that we’ve known each other but it was the best semester out of college so far. I finally met you.

We met through sports and really hit it when we both began spending hours in the training room and breaking every rule they had listed on the door. It was that friendship that I knew from the start would last a lifetime. It was the first night we went out together that really created that bond. We had a little too much fun and became super close.

That night turned into a semester full of late night trips to Chik-fil-a, emergency Walmart runs, weekend road trips to my house to get away from school, really long and late night study sessions in the library and Grey’s Anatomy binge watchers. We basically lived in each other’s rooms and ate one another’s food. There are countless times where you caught me in action as I made another bag of popcorn, from your stash of Costco’s best brand.

It was all the memories we created, all the little things that happened to us and you were always there for me like a best friend should be. You always knew what to say in every situation and you were my personal dresser and designer when it came to preparing for dates. You are the best friend that I never saw coming, the person that God sent to me for a reason. God must’ve thought that you were the one that would create the best semester of college for me yet and then teach me trust, true friendship and ship load of fun.

To the semester that got the best of us, to the late night study sessions and your all-nighters, to the long hours spent studying but never actually getting anything done, to the date nights we had and shopping sprees you made me go on, and to all the gas I wasted on driving you around town, thank you for the best semester ever. Thank you for coming into my life and opening my eyes to things outside of my comfort zone and going out and dressing up cute and for claiming that I never had any cute clothes to wear.

I will greatly miss you, and our daily talks and you in general. At least you have a calendar full of ugly and embarrassing and cute pictures of us to survive the 2017 year. And If you EVER do something like this to me again (telling me in December that you aren’t coming back), I might have to come kill you.

But don’t worry, I’ll show up on your door step when you least expect it.

Love always,

Meredith Grey